The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 55

The kids from Class Eighteen showed Vivienne their true colors. They finished all their test papers in a single lesson. What a waste of their talents!

They wrapped them up in just fifteen minutes.

Looking at the blank test papers they handed in, Vivienne only felt a profound sense of helplessness and depression.

She was sure that the next three months would not be the bottom of these kids' lives, but hers!

She was such a fool to have agreed to teach for Lysander!

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in her chest.

Then she began to mark the papers.

The students finished their tests fast, and she marked them just as fast.

With all the unfinished blanks, she couldn't be quicker!

The best score in the class was surprisingly Logan, who got a B on the freshman test.

As for the other papers, they didn't even get her started. It just pissed her off!

He only got a D in the sophomore comprehensive exam.

And for the senior comprehensive exam, he got an F.

The rest were even worse. They all got Fs in the senior comprehensive. Freshmen and sophomores could barely scrape a D.

She felt the sense of helplessness and depression rising again.

She wanted to yell, "Are you guys fools?"

If they didn't know the other questions, that was fine, but they could at least guess a few right in the multiple-choice, right?

But someone didn't even get a single multiple-choice question right.

That person was Ms. Redwood, Charlotte!

"You have half an hour to go to the principal and get textbooks from first year to senior year, one set for each person." Vivienne suppressed her anger before she could say it.

She planned to let the teachers teach them after she tamed these students.

But now, this plan was obviously not going to work.

If they couldn't even handle freshman papers, they won't understand even if a freshman teacher was brought in.

She could only start teaching from the simpler parts.

There was an exception, and that was Ms. Redwood. She needed to start learning from elementary school textbooks.

Vivienne felt a headache coming on.

Seeing Vivienne's unpleasant face, nobody dared to disobey her. They obediently went to the principal for books.

As soon as Lysander heard it was Vivienne who made the students come, he immediately arranged for someone to do it, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Was Vivienne planning to teach in person?

If she was teaching, Class Eighteen was a sure thing.

After the students left, Vivienne remained silent for a while. She took out her phone and made a call.

The call was quickly answered, and Vivienne said respectfully, "Mr. James."

"Hmm?"

Mr. James, who was busy doing academic research, answered the phone without looking at the caller. When he heard the voice, he paused, looked at the screen on his phone, and suddenly stood up, saying in surprise, "Vivienne! You finally decided to call me."

His voice was filled with excitement.

Vivienne was speechless, not understanding why Mr. James was so excited.

"Mr. James, how have you been? Is your health okay?" Vivienne asked.

Mr. James paused for a moment, and then his tone rose a few notches, "You don't usually call me on your own! Tell me, what's your evil plan this time?"

He knew this proud student of his better than anyone. If there was nothing to discuss, she wouldn't bother him. If there was something, she definitely needed him!

Although Vivienne didn't always communicate with him face-to-face, she did care about him a lot. Every year, she would regularly send him health pills and give him gifts during holidays, but she would never appear in person.

"Um." Vivienne felt exposed, coughed twice awkwardly and said, "I need a favor from you!"

"I knew it!" Mr. James said, "Tell me, what do you need help with?"

"I want you and your team to come to Cloudcrest High School Class Eighteen to teach over forty students. Their grades are a bit poor and might need to start from the simplest knowledge. And Lysander will cover the payment." There's no way she was paying for it!

Her financial situation was tight.

She needed to earn money to take care of her father and stepmother, a kindergarten-going little brother, and a sister she had never met.

She needed money!

"What?" Mr. James yelled, stomping his foot in anger, "I am a professor in the Department of Physics at Elite University. I teach geniuses with talent, and you want me to teach a bunch of failing students? Starting from the simplest knowledge?"

Mr. James felt like he was about to explode!